*I know I’ve said this over and over, and I’ll keep saying it. I absolutely adore your chaotic mind. But I also see beyond that. There’s a beautiful soul behind the Jester, and you’ve shown us glimpses of it a few times. That’s why I have so much admiration for you.*

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Jester, Jester, my dear Jester,

You are a poetic King!

I can never match that beautiful tribute you made for me, But here is my gratitude.

Oh, playful Jester, your words take flight,

A melody born of the softest night.

In chaos, you craft a gentle flame,

And for that gift, I call your name.

Though mischief weaves your usual art,

That night you’ve offered a piece of your heart.

A fool, you claim, yet wise you stand,

A weaver of fate with a steady hand.

Laughter hides the truths you bear,

A poet masked in jest and flair.

With every tale, with every rhyme,

You twist the stars, you shatter time.

Oh, how I adore the storms you weave,

The poetry that makes me believe.

A soul unchained, a heart untamed,

Yet every word is perfectly framed.

Chaos may charm, and stories entice,

But this sweet tune is pure, precise.

Oh, Jester wild, with a mind so free,

Your chaos sings like symphony.

A tempest woven in jest and rhyme,

Each word you craft feels so divine.

Yet even in the whirlwind spun,

A softer note, a setting sun.

And then there’s Catty, fierce and bright,

A raging storm, a guiding light.

Her fire burns, her passion calls,

She stands beside you through it all.

Her laughter echoes through your halls,

A queen of chaos your heart enthralled.

Fear not, Jester, rest assured,

I step not in where love is poured.

For though my heart admires you so,

Another name makes my love glow.

I understand your heart belongs to another,

As mine does too, yet I won’t smother

The admiration I hold for you.

You are my thorns, yet my respect stays whole,

Even if you bring darkness, I see it true,

For I have one too, though I try to subdue.

Oh, how I adore the storms you weave,

The poetry that makes me believe.

A fool you call yourself in jest,

Yet wisdom shines through each request.

Chaos may charm, and stories entice,

But this sweet tune is pure, precise.

So spin your riddles, dance your lore,

Let mischief breathe and thunder roar.

For you are chaos, unconfined,

A reckless heart, a brilliant mind.

Yet in the dark where echoes play,

Even tricksters find their way.

For though we walk on different streams,

Your words will linger in my dreams.

Like fireflies in endless flight,

A poet’s glow, a flickering light.

So dance, dear Jester, spin your lore,

With Catty’s fire forevermore.

No claim I make, no chains I bring,

Just love for the chaos you let sing.

This song, your gift, I’ll hold in sight

A gentle balm, a radiant light.

Much love,

Rose of Passion

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